Reflections on the journey

My husband and I attended the same university and that, indeed, is how we met. We suspect there were a few narrow misses along the way as we both went to the same provincial library when we were little, and I went to the same Brownie group as his sister, before his sister was a… Continue reading Tales of the unexpected

Some of the family walks we’ve undertaken haven’t gone so well. Somewhere along the line organisation goes awry, which is incredible given the time it can take to get ready, searching out shoes, gloves, jackets… Yet, a few steps into the journey we discover a lack. Often it is as a direct result of the… Continue reading Setting out

(Picture rights: Telegraph.co.uk) My husband likes to have music playing as he goes to sleep. Of course that means I have music on as I’m going to sleep, and I’ve learned to appreciate it. Often a song will come on and I comment on the appropriateness, even though I know he rarely listens to the… Continue reading Such a beautiful view

I’m sitting in my home in Texas, looking out at an endless blue sky, wondering, as I often do, how I got here. There are plenty of short answers to that question, relating to modes of transport or career choices , but the emotions and sense of shock I often have to address require a… Continue reading A different person